Ella- The House Maid

I was stolen... my identity

so maliciously

gruesomely

regrettably

by the ones who claim to care for me

I am a slave to the system in which I call my family

in which the only key I have

is the remains of my fathers decency

clothes and dusting shovel through  my mentality

in which happiness is no given dignity

Ella has become my sovereignty

but magic is no common presency

for a house maid unfortunately

who is stripped of any authority

 

 

 

 

 

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